It's Luka's turn to groan, he sits up to begins working at the buttons of his shirt, Araya's hands go to his pants, the belt is gone quickly, and the vague sound of the metal buckle hitting the floor can be heard somewhere in the room. The unzipping of the fly is heard next, as well as the dull sound of buttons hitting the floor as Luka lets his frustration take over and simply tears the shirt open and flings it away. His hand replaces Araya's, and he pulls his long, thick cock out, moisture is already oozing from the head and down his shaft. He strokes himself once, twice, making sure that his lover is watching.
She most certainly is, her eyes are hungry, and her teeth are worrying her bottom lip. Pushing her back down, Luka lines himself up at her sopping entrance. He is about to thrust all the way in, completely bury himself and wring all the pleasure he can from her waiting body.
"Wait!" She suddenly shouts, placing both hands on his chest and scooting back. Luka grabs her ankle and pulls her back to the position he wants her in. "I said STOP!" There is a power in her voice that can't be ignored, and that has Luka frozen. "I'm sorry, it's just," Araya sighs and looks away embarrassed, a blush that has nothing to do with arousal turning her cheeks pink "I haven't had sex in this life yet."
Understanding crashes through Luka, and he nods, leaning into her slowly, giving her time to pull away if she still wants to, Luka covers her mouth with his giving her a gentle kiss. "Let me take care of you."
Araya lets her lips quirk up into a nervous smile, "Okay."
With permission given, Luka threads his fingers through her thick curls and angles her head back, lowering his head to her neck he begins working her back into her previous lust driven frenzy. His kisses are met with soft sighs, nips with tiny yelps and when he licks his way from the curve of her collarbone up to her ear she lets out a long moan, glancing at her face Luka can see that her golden eyes are fluttering shut, "Oh, fuck me," If he were human he never would have heard the words that tumbled from her mouth and Luka was more than happy to oblige her request.
Untangling his hand from her locks, and using only the tips of his fingers and his sharp clawlike fingernails to touch her, Luka begins to trail a path down her neck. His nails scrape down to her chest, and his fingers slowly circle around her nipples, leaving her to arch into his touch and when she does Luka abandons her, heading farther south. He catches the annoyed pout she gives him, and covers her nipple with his mouth, causing her to inhale sharply. But that sound is nowhere near as pointed as the needy groan that spills from her lips when Luka's fingers reach their final destination; the apex of her thighs.
A low growl builds in his chest when his fingers are quickly coated with the slick juices flowing from her, "So wet and ready. I've barely gotten started with you." Pressing the pad of his finger against her clit Luka started to massage it, rubbing it with slow circles.
Panting gasps begin anew, and her hands clutch at his shoulders, the nails pressing in. "St-stop teasing me, you jerk."
Luka can't help the dark chuckle the escapes him, "You asked me to stop, now you can suffer the consequences," She whimpers pitifully, and Luka continues the slow torture, slowly working her higher and higher but never quite getting her close enough to the edge for her to fall into glorious oblivion. Holding himself up with one hand, while the other is busy teasing the writhing girl under him, Luka switches between kissing her and licking and suckling at her breasts, never staying in one place too long, not wanting her to find a good rhythm and orgasm before he is ready to allow her to do so.
Soon she is shaking and begging, "More, please more, I need more."
"Tell me what you need," Luka commands.
She doesn't even hesitate, doesn't act shy at all, but then he supposes that technically they have done this once before, "First you need to speed the fuck up, I want you to slide your fingers into me, slowly at first but speeding up gradually making me come on them again and again until I'm not but a shaking mess for you to use as you see fit."
Luka can't even pretend like he can deny her anything and does precisely what she has asked. Switching from just a single finger, Luka uses three and roughly adds pressure and speed. Araya falls back against the floor, her mouth opening with no sound, her eyes roll back, and her back arched up. It doesn't take long for her limbs to begin spasming, a new flow of juices coat Luka's hand letting him go even faster without fear of hurting her, the room is filled with the sloppy wet sounds of her pussy, and the soft exhale as she comes down.
"We both know you can be louder than that. Shall we try again?" Luka teases, onto her second request, he slowly slips his index finger into her waiting canal, it's so wet and tight, the inner walls still fluttering around him, willingly stretching to accommodate him.
"Other people live in the house, remember?" Her voice is shaky and broken as she speaks, still trying to come down from her high.
"I don't care, and you shouldn't either, Takashiro's barrier prevents any sound from leaving this room," Luka explains, his finger flexing deep inside the girl and making her moan. "Now, I want to hear you scream." Pulling the one finger almost the entire way out Luka adds a second on the way back in. Her body clenches around the digits, "So tight," He tells her, "So wet and warm." Just like he was asked, or maybe told, to do Luka increases his speed, each thrust of his finger harder and quicker than the last. He can feel the walls around his fingers start to contract and release quickly. He knows she is close, but looking at her face, the way her eyes a squeezed shut like she is concentrating hard on something he knows she needs just a little extra nudge in the right direction.
Dropping his head down, Luka only needs to give her clit a single flick of his tongue, and a gush of fluid welcomes him. Her legs begin to shake around his head, her mouth opens, and a stream of loud and drawn out moans fills the air, Luka answers them with growls of his own, and he continues to lap at her clit, his fingers have slowed but not stopped as he works her through her second orgasm. "Better, but still not quite the scream I was looking for."
Araya is panting, her eyes are glazed over, and she has a sheen of sweat covering her entire body, but she still has it in her to say, "Guess you'll just have to try again." Luka accepts the challenge and once more lowers his head, he is quite certain she has not fully come down from the high as she quickly tumbles into the waiting arms of her third orgasm and this time she does scream, "Gods fucking damn fuck!"
The stream of pleasure laced obscenities doesn't stop there, and Luka decides it's his turn, pulling his fingers from her, Luka places himself at her entrance, not bothering to finally shed his pants, his dick is out, and that was all that mattered. Still knowing that she is riding out the orgasm, Luka pushes into her waiting body, but his cock is not fingers, and those golden, passion filled eyes meet his. With a mutual nod, Luka does what he had planned to do from the beginning and slams his way into her little body. Araya lets out a pained hiss, her arms instinctively going around him, and one hand claws from his lower back up to his shoulder likely leaving angry welts in its wake.
Both are still for a few moments, Luka letting the girl become accustomed to the new intrusion. Thankfully it is her who makes the first move, lifting her hips from the floor and meeting his. Luka's breath quickens, his fingers press hard into the floor as he holds himself up, so badly wanting to take over, but understanding that sex was often painful for a woman the first time or two. His hands turn to fists on the floor, his claws leaving deep grooves in the wood floor, feeling her slide along his length. Slowly. Painfully. Wonderfully.
Finally, after a few more clumsy strokes she gasps finding that sweet spot, her fingers pressing into his back, nails digging in. Luka grips her hip with one hand and guides her up and down his shaft, quickening her movements. She let out a soft moan and arches her back, pressing those perfect breasts against his chest, her hardened nipples rubbing against him.
Gentle, Luka commanded himself, keeping the pace slow. It was becoming increasingly hard to hold back when every fiber of his being was screaming at him to take her hard, fast. Then the unexpected happened, Luka was on his back, starting up into lovely golden eyes. She had flipped him onto his back! "You seem to have forgotten that I don't break very easily. And as they say, if you want something done right, you'd better just do it yourself."
Whatever response he'd been formulating died in an instant, he watched open mouthed as the girl rose up and slid back down. He could only look on, his brain turning soft with every glide of her slick pussy on his cock. Her breasts bouncing as she moves. So inviting. Reaching for her he palms one, his fingers plucking at the hard, rosy buds. Sitting up, Luka captures the other between his lips and sucks. Hard. She lets out a soft moan, her fingers threading through his hair.
Placing his free hand against the small of her back Luka holds her tightly against him, before sliding his hand up her back, his nails raking against her soft, creamy skin, Luka can feel her shiver, as his hand slides its way into her thick chocolaty brown locks. Wrapping his hand up in the heavy mass Luka pulls it back, forcing her to arch against him. While Luka does not mind having the woman on top, he wants to have as much control as he can.
So close, just as the thought finishes forming itself in Luka's mind the girls' thrusts start to lose their rhythm, where they were once long and deep, they are becoming more sporadic, getting shallower. Deeper. Harder. She had gotten herself to the edge, and now Luka would finish her off. He had been still thus far, but he was so close to losing himself, and he wanted to let the girl climax once more, he took to opportunity to thrust up into her. Thinking he had to be calm enough to get her off without making her uncomfortable and slowing progress, while also getting himself off.
"Fuck yes!" She cried. "More!"
All thoughts and plans of being gentle were instantly thrown out the window. Once more he flips the girl over onto her back, but this time he catches her wrist in his hands and dominatingly pins them to the ground. The girl lets out a low moan and wraps her legs around his waist, allowing him deeper access. Luka takes full advantage. With a growl, Luka pulls almost all the way out only to slam back in fully. He does this again and again. He can feel her inner walls start to spasm around his length and all at once she clamps down around him. So tight! All at once it was as if a bomb went off in his head, all he can see is bright white light, all he can feel is the immense, unyielding waves of pleasure coursing through him. Distantly he can hear high pitched moans of extasy, and they are drowned out by his growls as he shallowly thrusts into the girl under him, as they each ride out their orgasms.
Bit by bit reality comes back to him, one dark speck at a time. Releasing his hold on the girls' wrists, he sits up, bringing her along with him. The adjustment causes his member to slide out, and Luka takes the opportunity to stuff it back into his pants. He holds the girl in his lap, absently running his hand up and down her back, she is still shaking from the aftershocks, and Luka is still trying to catch his breath.
"I don't know your name," Luka thinks out loud, he didn't know it all those years ago either.
"It's Araya. You?"
"Luka," He tells her.
"Luka," She repeats, testing his name out. "I'm sure you have other stuff you should be doing. But, would you stay with me for a little while?" With each word, Araya's voice gets sleepier, quieter.
Luka nods, though the girl would have no way to see it. Lifting her into his arms Luka carries her to the bed, and adjusting her in his arms manages to fling the blankets back, before setting her down on the mattress. Lifting the sheets to her chin, Luka tucks her in.
So beautiful, He thinks, brushing dark sweat soaked hair back from her face. She is right though; there is other stuff he should be doing. Like watching over Yuki, the boy was undoubtedly searching for him, Luka never left his side for this long without telling him. But, as he sat on the bed and watched as this fascinating woman slept Luka couldn't bring himself to leave her.
